A collection of lyrics and chords
for the music of James Grant

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My Love Lives In A Dead House

Lyrics and Chords

RIFF ; Notes D – C – D – A – CCDC – D – C – D Throughout
Blues
D

My love lives in a dead house on the mud of the riverbank
The kiss of the moon beams into the room
And my love walks the plank

G

Lies there, on the blue leather chaise longue
Tipping ash on the floor

D

All my stuff was never good enough

C                      G                    D

My love wanted more

D

My love falls in the gutter, eyes like a loony tune
Walks with a limp, speaks with a stutter
Smells like a waiting room

G

Hailed in certain circles for a kind of circus kitsch

D

Down on the ranch with Jessie and Blanche

C                      G                    D

Pulling in the dogs like a bitch

Gmin6

Body takes over from body
Face takes over from face
But only an angel

A

Can take an angel’s place

D

My love sleeps in the black bones of a burned out Peugout

D

Picked up a summer cruise in a trumpet player’s shoes
Had no place to go

G

My love lives in a dead house and as the rain begins to hiss

D

Shrieks and screams
Scotched by the dream

C                      G                    D

That left a poor boy hanging on the lips.. like a wounded kiss
Hanging on the lips
Like a wounded kiss

Gmin6

Body takes over from body
Face takes over from face
But only an angel

A

Can take an angel’s place

D

My love lives in a dead house

Lyrics

My love lives in a dead house on the mud of the riverbank
The kiss of the moon beams into the room
And my love walks the plank
Lies there, on the blue leather chaise longue
Tipping ash on the floor
All my stuff was never good enough
My love wanted more

My love falls in the gutter, eyes like a Loony Tune
Walks with a limp, speaks with a stutter
Smells like a waiting room
Hailed in certain circles for a kind of circus kitsch
Down on the ranch with Jessie and Blanche
Pulling in the dogs like a bitch

Body takes over from body
Face takes over from face
But only an angel
Can take an angel’s place

My love sleeps in the black bones of a burned out Peugout
Picked up a summer cruise in a trumpet player’s shoes
Had no place to go
My love lives in a dead house
And as the rain begins to hiss
Shrieks and screams
Scotched by the dream
That left a poor boy hanging on the lips.. like a wounded kiss
Hanging on the lips
Like a wounded kiss

Body takes over from body
Face takes over from face
But only an angel
Can take an angel’s place

My love lives in a dead house

Alternate Tunings

D G D G B D

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